Synopsis

Detective Harding stared at the young man across the interrogation table. The boy’s confession hung in the air, a fragile thing spun from desperation and guilt. It painted a picture of a hate-fueled act, a son’s descent into darkness mirroring his father’s. Yet, something felt…off. A subtle dissonance in the narrative, a tremor beneath the surface of the boy's story that gnawed at Harding's instincts. The case was a powder keg – a neo-Nazi father, a hate crime, and a son’s seemingly straightforw